when in doubt, do nothing.

prayfordaylight:

::repeats mantra::

I am smarter.  I have bigger boobs (and they’re real).  I can do basic arithmetic (most of the time, granted I did go to SFS…).  I drive a freaking Subaru (and not an Impreza).

That being said, HANDS OFF HAIR AND FACE.

::retracts claws::

Truthfully, she wasn’t as bad as she could be but I still hate her freaking guts.

AGREED. I need to be allowed to be James May’s co-driver at least once in my life. Or at the very least Jeremy’s.